Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.